I think it’s time to go…

Is it really over between us two

Why don’t you love me the way I still love you

So many mistakes made. In so little time….

I started blogging because yes I do love to write. So yeah I took up blogging and all and enjoyed writing here. It was a whole lotta fun

BUT… Seems that “love” has died. Not the love for writing. I just can’t make out that time to write about things I love or things I want to say. At times, I have it all written out in my head but just won’t post. And….

I wonder at times if a lot of us took to blogging to escape? Because we really do want to write or connect with people? Because that is/ was the in-thing?

I realize a lot of people I met on here ain’t even blogging no more or blog once in like 5 months (I am also guilty of this). My blog anniversary was February 10 and I completely forgot. Sure this blog is just here looking at me “like seriously? You forgot my birthday?”

So I have decided, just maybe here isn’t “made” for me. Just maybe it’s time to go….

While here I have met amazing people- Joxy of JustJoxy who has become my big sis, Angelsbeauty/ Justdoitmum, Singlenigerian and Zingerthots (all four I have gone on to meet in real life and become friends with), 1+the one (still owe you that Digging Deep service) and many more. I really appreciate your help and friendship. Love you guys

But it’s time to call it a day and move on. You likely won’t see me here anymore. It was fun while it lasted.

I spend more time on IG, Twitter and Orbi and have decided to move HitnRunMullings there. So ya all can catch me on IG and Twitter using HitnRunMullings – which will be my “public” page while my current IG and Twitter handles remain private. Maybe we’ll add Facebook at some point but for now, we’ll be on IG and Twitter.

Thank you all. Ese pupo.

Gracias 

Happy New Year

Happy new year good people.

May 2016 be filled with laughter. May 2016 be the beginning of our best years!!! Sounds cliche but yeah, I am just so sure this year will be LIT!!!

Stumbled on this picture (it was initially shared by Natalie Brown, a Training and Management personnel about a month ago) and I was just amazed by how many people agree with her point (by the way I also agree). I shared it on LinkedIn and I have had people I am not even connected to like the same picture and drop comments.

 

Why good employees leave
Source: LinkedIn

I have left a few jobs/ was dissatisfied and all I could think of and plot for months was my exit plan. For one, I had had it so up here, I had my letter ready to drop it when the next offer came. Like it was that bad. Looking back now (at each point, I never really thought about the fact that I had/ didn’t like my manager/ supervisor), I realize that it was actually the major factor. Coming second was the “I am not challenged” factor. Surprisingly, “more money” has never featured on my top 3 list of leaving a firm/ job. I have actually left one for another which paid way less. Made me pause and think. Who exactly is a bad manager? What makes one a bad manager? I don’t have the answers!!! And answers to this can and are likely to vary from person to person.

On a previous job, a senior and I had quite some drama and discussing it with others, they asked me to engage him. I did and realized for some, they don’t even realize what they are doing – ba being the bad manager/ boss/ supervisor. That’s just the way they are wired or have come to be.

Some are however just bad managers. And trust me I have worked with them.

Thinking about the fact that I could someday be the reason a trusted/ good/ hardworking/ promising subordinate leaves a firm/ job is just somehow.

On a lighter note. Today so happens to be a “friend” on Facebook’s birthday. Saw the notification and was at loss as to who it was. Name and surname just didn’t click. Took me almost an hour to figure out who it was. And I just burst out laughing. If you ever hear that I “fought” (well not physically) a babe cuz of a guy.. yeah that’s the babe. Things we did when we did for “love”.

N.B: You are invited. If you are in Lagos or can make it to Lagos on Saturday, you are invited. An economic outlook programme will hold on Saturday 16 Jan, 2015. The objective of the programme is to equip participants with the requisite knowledge of the implications, opportunities and threats which the 2016 budget presents. The expected outcome for participants is improved strategic business focus as well as improved decision-making by prayerfully applying this knowledge and understanding. 

Key industry segments and speakers include:

1. Key Note Address: Diversifying the Nigerian Economy: Talk to Action – Kunle Elebute
2. Micro, Small, Medium-scale Enterprises (MSMEs) – Nneka Okekearu
3. Media and Entertainment – Don-Pedro Obaseki
4. Financial Services – Banking – Acha Leke
5. Financial Services – Non-Banking – Tony Oputa
6. Information, Communication & Technology – Omobola Johnson
7. mManufacturing – Obi Ezeude
8. Agriculture – Mezuo Nwuneli
9. Oil, Gas and Power – Abayomi Olarinmoye
10. Real Estate and Construction – Deji Alli
11. Job Opportunities and Skill Development – Uwa Osa-Oboh

The event is free. Date is Saturday, 16 January, 2016 at The King’s Court, 3 Keystone Bank Crescent, Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria from 8.00am to 4.00pm.

Visit www.nigerianeconomicoutlook.com to register.

xoxo

 

 

Onaopemipo

Pastor Adeboye instructed us to have a book of thanksgiving this year. Daily/ weekly/ monthly we recorded things God has done for us. I did this religiously for about 2 months and err updated once in a green moon.

It is less than 48 hours to the end of 2015 and I must say this has been an eventful year. Beautiful in a whole lot of ways. More than I could ever have thought it would be.

Where do I start?

  1. The support system God has blessed me with. From my parents, to my sisters to my brothers to my friends both online and “offline”. The Joxys and Angelsbeautys and Zingers and Single Nigerians of these world. Friends I could turn to. Friends I could call. Friends to comfort, correct, advise. Friends to check up on me. Friends to encourage….
  2. My HoD in church… One in a million. I must have bothered the man more than anybody else this year and through it all…
  3. My house fellowship… ever praying for “this me” o
  4. My department in church… most especially for new friends. I was out of church for about 5 months. And I returned like I never left. Even when the department had practically been overtaken by newbies. Ah ah they accepted me as their oga *hehehe*
  5. My job. As stressful and annoying as it can be. I made a whole lotta friends this year at work more than I have ever anywhere else I have worked. And it was just funny. I joined mid year last year hence missed a promotion year. So I am on the same level of those who joined 3-6 months earlier. Surprisingly, even when I was a year ahead of them, shy me somehow jelled with them and we become friends. So when the promotion ish happened, it was like we had always been friends. Only just realized how hard it would have been if we weren’t already friends when I saw a few guys who missed this last promotion and became mates with us. It has been very hard for them to click with “our set”. I woulda been a loner/ that “junior” who is friends only with “seniors” and managers. And in the farm we are in, mehn those juniors are so important o…
  6. For answered prayers concerning changing my unit at work. Mehn I had given up trying to get a change of unit. When I least expected and wasn’t even thinking about it any longer, it finally happened
  7. For new friendships, for friendships that became stronger
  8. For friendships that had to end. It was so necessary they ended as hard as it was to put a stop to them. But looking back, I am so glad I made the right choice
  9. For journey mercies. Can’t be overemphasized. I travelled this year more than I have in a long time
  10. For weddings. I mean 5 family weddings in a year. Could only have been God. For friends who got married. Most of which I couldn’t attend sadly. You can’t have 5 family weddings + my job and still have the strength and time for other weddings except you are just a natural party junkie. I shall make up next year. *inserts rotflmao smiley*
  11. For the sisters and brothers I gained via marriages… 3 sisters, 2 brothers……
  12. For provision (please see number 9). Weddings and money. Oh boy!!!
  13. For my hair…. Instagram and my room haf hear it
  14. For our 2nd first class grad in the family. We bad like that
  15. Do I talk about healings? From my dad who took ill sometimes in May. And boy was I scared. I was major scared. Back to number 1. My support system. Asides family, having a few friends pray along was so so uplifting and encouraging. Thanks again Joxy
  16. For Nigeria. You have no idea how scared I was this time last year. Reports of war and break-up were rife. Fear later become faith by end of January and I was so convinced this country wouldn’t fall apart. And thank God we are together. With all our many issues, war isn’t something to pray for. If you never watched Blood Diamonds, please watch Beasts of No Nation. And get every thought of break-up/ war outta your heads
  17. Ah, how can I forget going to Camp for Congress. I have always longed for an opportunity to attend Convention or Congress but in my 6 years work experience, it just has never happened. Fast forward this year. My holiday had been scheduled for the whole of November, but as God will have it, my SM moved it to start 3 Dec. Meaning I could be at camp *yayyyy*. The forces that be almost won’t allow. Everyone I planned to go with cancelled on the first day so I was stuck watching on TV for the first 3 days. But God moves in ways we cannot imagine. I was able to attend Thursday and Friday. Live and direct
  18. For restoration on all sides.. and many more to come….
  19. For the ability to make the right decisions… This alone is worth a post of its own
  20. I had the best birthday in a long while… From the week before to the Saturday after… From the cakes (and thanks to my mystery cake sender o, just in case you see this) to the “after party”
  21. For the birthdays and weddings I have between February and May 2016. You got no idea… Baba, more money please….
  22. For friends who had babies this year.. One after 7 years of marriage… Others within a year of marriage

I can go on and on…. All in all, I can only say I have many reasons to thank God for 2015… Beautiful year it was…. Beginning of the more beautiful years to come. Do have a wonderful 2016 good people…

#onaopemipo

 

For the love of good music

Brymo has to be the most underrated Nigerian artiste…

I mean…

Can we have a collabo between him and Asa in 2016? Na beg I dey beg….

No apologies to the Wizkid and Davido etal fans but how are the Asas, Brymos, Bezs, Dareys not getting as much airplay time and “concert” invites as the Wizkids and Davidos. How are they relegated to the few times a GTBank or a Smooth FM decides to organize a concert for their fans?

Rant over.

I couldn’t attend #anightattheKazbah but boy, thanks to the sisters who attended and the free CDs, I am having my own #nightattheKazbah.

I think the “biggest” revelation for me is Ruby. Haven heard her “Good man” song on B430 (didn’t know who did the song), I think Waje should watch her back….

I leave ya with these songs

If you can, download Waka by Brymo (Soundtrack for Saro the Musical – now Wakaa). Else you can listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNIdpAr2A6M

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance lovelies.

Source: http://www.quailcreekrockwall.org/
Source: http://www.quailcreekrockwall.org

 

 

 

 

November to Remember

This is to me right now
This is so me right now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So my cousin tags me in this post on Instagram and I laughed so hard I cried. Like there is this excitement every October. I can’t just wait for November to start. Lol.

I remember once as a child, I woke up on the 25th thinking it was 26th, went to the parents room, picked my new dress, had my bath and was about getting into the dress when I remembered “oh today isn’t 26th”. Need I say more, I took ill on the 26th. Lol. I really couldn’t be involved in the party. *sigh*

Anyways, in the event I “disappear” for a long time again, happy new month peeps. And Merry Christmas in advance.

And Happy Birthday to my lovely yummy mum, sexy 28 mate, Angelsbeauty and my friend who has disappeared, my fellow November sister, Tee – November 16 and 18 respectively. Love you both.

N.B: New blog alert – http://justdoitmum.com/

November

Story 1

I am sure you can tell I have a lotta free time now to faff…

This “story” is one of two stories I have had people ask me to share. I hope someday I have the courage and time to post the second story. That one go be like Nollywood movie. Anyways….

Annie Idibia had some pictures up today to raise awareness for Breast Cancer and I saw some downright stupid comments online. Anyways once again…..

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I lost my paternal grandfather August 1, 2003. A few days before that, while having a bath, I felt a lump in my left breast. Felt it the first day and checked everyday hoping it woulda disappeared. I was in a very bad state by Day 5 and struggled with telling anybody what I had discovered. Fast forward about 10 days. Yes 10 good days, I called my mum into her room one Tuesday evening. Waited for her to return from church (mistake or what?). So I tell momma “be like say I get lump for breast” (def not in pidgin English) and typical Naija mum style, she starts to rebuke and practically tells me not to even think of that. Ah ah, ki lo ro debeyen (I have no idea how to interpret this in English) and all. And she is praying all sorts of prayers. Me? I am just there confused.

Mums tells pops later that night and pops says “well, the only way to find out if she is saying the truth is to take her to a doctor”. So we decide to go see a doctor the next morning.

Now you ask what I was even looking for on my breast ba? Well na my property. I had been kinda fascinated with breast cancer ish since I read about then popular footballer, Victor Ikpeba who lost his wife Tinuke to breast cancer. I remember that prior to that, stories on breast cancer always had some much older women that it became a myth, young women don’t have cancer. Till Ikpeba’s wife died. So I did a bit of research on breast cancer.

Fast forward a few years and I notice a lump. I say to myself “Debola, to think it is “this cancer thing” than will now kill you”.

Wednesday morning, we are at the hospital, first thing in the morning. Male doctor on duty. Mums says no. Male doctor cannot see my daughter (Naija mum in action). At that point, I couldn’t be bothered and asked that anybody on duty should attend to me. Doctor confirms there is a lump – a moving lump at that. He couldn’t ascertain if it is cancerous until further tests were done. I almost freaked. Got home and headed to the nearest cybercafe (yes it was cybercafe those days  – at least during the day) and did a bit of research while imagining possible ways the cancer will kill me. I couldn’t pray, I couldn’t read for my exams. How I managed to pass the exams I have no idea.

Mums sister is a doctor. Mums and pops had discussed and pops requested a second opinion. So we waited for my aunty to return from her vacation. As usual, she is in Ibadan once she is back from her vacation. You need to see the look on her face when she called me to come into my parents room. I knew for sure I was dying. She did all the checks and gives the same result. She cannot confirm until further tests were done. I needed to come to Lagos as soon as possible. I had exams however so had to wait till my exams are done. Exams ended on a Monday, I was shipped to Lagos the next day.

Now I rode to Lagos with my grandma who you cannot hide anything from. The moment we stopped at her sister’s and I got asked why I was in Lagos when school was in session, my grandma’s ears caught it. She also had this “you are dying look”. Omo mehn by this time, I had just prepared myself. If it was cancer and it meant death… Oh well. However, how my parents, grandma and the entire family will feel was so heavy on my mind (especially with a recent death in the family), I told myself, no death mehn. Odeshi

All that encouragement came crumbling the moment I got to my aunty’s. So my cousin asks why I was in Lag and I tell him. His next words were “so you came to Lagos to die” – I remember that statement (till what part of the house we were when he said it) like it was said yesterday. I emotionally died a thousand times. Hours later, I was woken up to join a vigil. My aunty got these pastor friends of hers to come hold a vigil for me. You know I was so convinced I would die. Like there was nothing anyone will tell me differently. To make matters worse, vigil ends and Pastor Mrs decides to “encourage” me. She tells me a story of how her sister had a surgery and of the 7 patients in the ward scheduled for the same surgery, only her sister survived. Shoro niyen.

Wednesday morning. My aunty wakes me up. Surgery won’t hold today. We will do it on Thursday. Okay I said. Thursday morning. Sorry surgery won’t hold today. Friday morning. Sorry surgery won’t hold today. As you might have guessed. I freaked out and burst into tears. I was in negative emotionally. Finally called mums later that day. Wasn’t encouraging. Apparently, aunty too kinda was freaked out and wanted mums at least to be around during the surgery. Mums couldn’t get time off work at short notice and had to wait till work ended on Friday afternoon before heading to Lagos.

Finally, Saturday morning. We all head to the hospital. Surgery was scheduled for 8am. 9am we were yet to start. 9:30am. No show. 10am, no show. I was worried. Mums comes into ward and I ask why the delays. Apparently, my aunty wanted my dad in Lagos too (you see why doctors are not allowed to treat not to talk of operate on their family members?). Not sure if she was worried I will die and hence wanted my parents to see me before I died. I dunno.

Surgery started when it was confirmed my dad was close to Lagos. With my grandma. Yepa!!! By the time the anesthetic kicked in and I blanked out, pops and grandma were around. Fortunately, I woke up (Halleluyah) about an hour later to see everyone of them (my aunty’s husband had joined by then) staring at me.

Fortunately again, further tests on the lump revealed it was not cancerous. I went back to school. Asides my besties Ify and Tos, nobody else knew what happened. Life went on. Got back to realize a good friend and classmate for 12 years had been battling Ovarian Cancer. She died the following year.

Did I forget to mention, I was 15 when this happened?

Fast forward about 7 years. August 2010. About the same time I noticed the first one. I had kinda noticed another lump. This time – my right breast. And I tell myself, nah it can’t be. Never. Not again.  Got a job November (about 10 days to my birthday) that year and was asked to go for medicals. Doctor (female this time, lol) decided to do a breast examination. She is done and she is giving me this deadly look. I get off the examination table, get dressed and she is about to give me the you have a lump, it might be cancer talk. I was so upset (I still don’t know why), I cut her off and tell her not to worry. I know the drill. Well it might not be cancer, just get it checked and removed as soon as possible. I had this ese, eku ife statement just at the tip of my tongue.

I get into my car and CRIED. Not again Lord, not again.

Called my mum and seriously I managed to get home through my tears. Told my aunty later that night and she fixes an appointment with the same doctor. Doctor however says he cannot do surgery as it was close to Christmas, he was traveling and all. Oh well, I had to wait till January, January 10. Surgery was even smoother than the first and mums was my only audience this time (thank God for mothers). However, I took almost 2 hours to wake up – mums don freak out sote. I had this sharp pains for the next 3 weeks. Dang, no amount of Ibuprofen could save me. Fortunately, I was good enough even with the pains to return to work after 2 weeks. Once again, it wasn’t cancer.

******************************************************************************************October is the breast cancer awareness month.

A lot of people still with all the many deaths and talk just don’t bother to get themselves checked.

I mean, a few months after my first surgery, during a female teens church class (we were being “educated” on health and hygiene and all), I stupidly “volunteered” to talk about my experience so others can be educated. Head Teens church teacher practically asked me to shut up. In her words “you don’t discuss such outside. How do you want people to look at you after today? Do you know the trauma cancer parents pass through?” Mogbe

January 2011, I decide to ask for days off work for the surgery and one of the HR babes asks why I needed day off as the year just started. I tell her and she goes “breast examination no concern her. She has never done it. She has no idea how it is done” and goes on to ask me if it was necessary to even get examined sef. How did you find out? she asked. The lady is about 5 years older than  I am.

I read a lot of comments on people who had lost family members – sisters, mothers, aunties, friends to breast cancer and other forms of cancer and I can’t help but think, what if it was me!!!! Mehn, people are dying because a lot of people don’t detect it early. They don’t detect it early because they don’t check……… It is your breast. It is your body. CHECK IT!!!!

Ladies go get yourself checked. And check often. Won’t kill you. If you are  married, let your husbands do the checking for you (if you no wan do am yourself). But seriously, checking doesn’t kill. It just might save your life.

I struggle with what Christians say at times

As you must have deduced from my last post, I haven’t been to church much this year. So since the project is informally over (except all the project closure ish), I have my Sundays especially back. So I went to church 2 Sundays ago.

I don’t recall what the Sunday School topic was. I left my class to go find out my posting for the day and overheard this Sunday School teacher talk.

So he is telling his “students” something but I caught/ started listening from the part where he says these stories.

Story 1: This young lady says no to a guy. Guy is now married. Lady isn’t. Teacher goes on to advise “women” not to say no to guys because in his words, lady isn’t married as God is punishing her for not agreeing to marry the guy. That her punishment is being single because she didn’t marry the guy

Story 2: Another guy friend of his approaches a lady. Lady says no. Again guy is married. Lady isn’t. Guy, lady and teacher now live in the same neighbourhood.In his words again: “You can imagine how the lady feels anytime she sees the children’s (the guy’s children’s) clothes at the back. Because she can see the guy’s house from hers”. Again, he concludes that the lady is being punished for not agreeing to marry the guy.

And I thought to myself. SERIOUSLY!!!!????? I will give 2 stories about myself.

Story 1: I dated a guy about 5 years ago. A few months in, I realized we were better off as friends and ended it. He got married early this year. We still have remained very good friends. Basically based on Sunday School’s teacher’s logic. I am still single now because God is punishing me right?

Story 2: Some guy in church comes to me 4 years ago. God told him I was his wife. God gave him my name. Guy was twice my age then. Definitely God couldn’t have asked me to marry someone twice my age ba? He got married the following year. To someone who bears my name. Again, we have remained friends. I am single because God is punishing me right?

It just doesn’t matter that maybe we were not compatible. Maybe we were not in the same place. Maybe we were just not made for each other? Maybe it is ok to just be friends. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

How did we get to the point were we attribute being single to sin. Like every 20-something, 30-something, 40-something woman who is single is single because God is punishing her. Never mind that there are single men in that same age range. Their being single isn’t God’s punishment I guess.

Lord knows I spent most of that week thinking about it and how many non-Christians would hear that statement and just won’t have that. How the church doesn’t support singlehood. A lot of Christians see it as sin and it is majorly alarming. Little wonder why there is no support system in most churches for singles.

Last Sunday, same ish happened. Issue is where we meet to get our postings is close to this class. So I get to hear him talk.

So he is giving this talk about how people should respect workers in the church. Very valid point. I completely agree. And then gives this example. This person (female again) steps on him while on duty (he used to be an usher). He says right there, he “reported” her to God. He made this statement with so much glee. In his words “when God started to deal with her, I had to beg God that it was enough”.

I am an usher in church. I can’t count how many times people have been rude, insulting and downright annoying. I can also not count any occasion where I asked God to punish the person. Like really? God should punish someone??? By all means get upset, be angry. Lose your cool if you want to (no be me talk am o). Really don’t lose your cool. I still can’t wrap my mind round it.

I have concluded that Sunday School teacher must have been so hurt by women in the past. Since he typically uses women as examples when it comes to negative things. Oh that’s how one woman died and got to Heaven but was sent to hell because she used earrings. She “resurrected” and stopped using earrings. Hence earrings will send you to hell. He has stopped his wife from using earrings. And she must cover her head. Yes he has given that example before. I almost died.

Every project has an end date

April 14, 2014

I resumed at the firm.

April 17, 2014

I was assigned to a project. A 12 months project. Expected end date: July 2015.

June – August 2014

Project stalled.

August 2014

Project has been extended to October 2015. Go-Live date: October 5, 2015. I almost died. 2015 seemed so far especially for someone as restless as I am. Not to now talk of October. Laun laun?!!! E fe pa mi ni?

September 2014

Took a 2 weeks break to work on another project.

December 2014

I was mandated to take PMP at work. I had planned to take it at the end of the project, one, to get enough hours and two, I knew I might not have the time to read. I had listed taking the exam as part of my goals for the FY.

Anyways, the mail came from my manager  December 18. Ensure you take the exam Q1, 2015. Unfailingly.

January 2015

I found a centre to do my PMP training.

Had a new in-charge who loved to close late (even if the work could be continued the next day and the deliverable wasn’t urgent). He wants to make Manager so he is ready to die there.

February 2015

Finished PMP training. Now to register for the exam. Wahala. Centre kept messing up.

March 2015

Finally got registered for the exam. All along, I didn’t have the “time” to read. I will promise to read when I get home but when you have been at work since 8:30/ 9am and just getting home at 11pm, sure reading will be the last thing on your mind.

I will read on weekends. Weekends became sleep/ catch-up days. May is coming!!!!

April 2015

Dawns on me kinda that May was just next tomorrow literally. Start to read even in my very tired state. Hoping to take a week off at the end of April to “read”. Exam is May 2

May 2015

I had not gone on vacation for the FY. We were informed no vacays till project is over. At this point, I was so sure I won’t survive. I have been on an implementation job before but it wasn’t this tasking… and long. Suddenly, October felt like a very long time away.

Week off in April/ May became 2 days off. Had to go to work the Monday I was meant to start my leave. Took Tuesday off. Wednesday and Thursday I spent in training. Friday was a public holiday.

Even when I knew that though I had read and all, I didn’t feel as prepared as I should be. My boss is begging me to please pass and is telling me he knows I don’t have the time to read. I am like…..

Then May 1 came. Failed all the tests I did. I couldn’t even cry. Just shut down my laptop, closed all books and went to bed. Woke up May 2 and headed for the centre. At that point, I was like Esther – “If I fail, I fail”.

May 10, got a mail. I passed. Unbelievable!!!!

June 2015

The 24/7 work begins. Prior to this I worked weekends but minimally. I had time to still go out, see people, go for weddings and all. Then June 2015 came. 8am – 11pm or more work. Work on Saturdays and Sundays. No breaks. No vacations. No church. No parties. No hanging out. Nada. Zero social life. Social life I was trying to build.

Public holidays became regular work days.

QP was scheduled for July 2 – 4. I was working 3 projects at the same time – day job, QP and wedding planning.

July 2015

A cousin’s wedding is coming up. How will I get time off? Fortunately, the wedding dates fell on a public holiday weekend. Was able to get one day off – Saturday. Funny innit? I have to ask for Saturday off.

I went to South-South for the first time – yayyest. PH.

Got off the plane from PH and met my church Pastor at the airport. Monday morning.

Question: where are you coming from?

Pays to be a good girl *lol*

August 2015

Mehn, the hustle is real. At this point, I was too sure I will collapse one day. Multivitamins became my daily tonic. Work + my sister’s wedding. I was looking forward to October.

Went to church for the first time in almost 2 months. I couldn’t even wake up early to make Fresh Anointing Service or Workers’ prayer meeting. I was drifting.

Sis’ wedding came and I was back at work immediately. I was tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Drained!!!

Yet people saw me and said I looked good. And am thinking “abi these people are blind ni”? It could only have been God. I was totally off make-up. Biko who had time to draw eye brows? I really couldn’t be bothered about how I looked frankly.

iPhone was stolen. I couldn’t even shout. God bless the person that stole it. I shall not use my mouth to curse him/ her.

September 2015

Def, no more church.

Cousin’s wedding. Started begging for day off (including Saturday o).

Go-live planning ongoing.

We are seriously praying. We all know what happens to the best laid plans…. We are positive but still

October 1, 2015

Party dey for church, I no fit go. Managed to go see Captive. Sleeping at work begins

October 2, 2015

Work continues. Mehn we are just hanging in there. Almost there.

October 3, 2015

Go decision is taken

October 4, 2015

We are live mehn. See praise and worship. Come and hear prayers.

October 5, 2015

Application is LIVE. Day 1 operations nationwide. Minimal issues. Way less issues that we thought.

I think I am ready to have my life back now!!!

 

 

Of Cyberbullying, Hating and Social Media

This is one post I have planned to write for a while now because I don’t just get this “Haters”, “You have a differing opinion therefore you must be a hater” concept all over social media. And at this stage … the anger I feel most times when I see such comments online, I get tempted to just disappear from all social media. Maybe fortunately I have  always had my pages – Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr e.t.c private, and as I am not a Celeb, such comments  don’t get to my page but come on… these other guys are human too o!!!!

What is cyberbullying? – “the use of electronic communication to bully a person, typically by sending messages of an intimidating or threatening nature”; “the act of harassing someone online by sending or posting mean messages, usually anonymously”.

I do a lot of sniffing and looking and visiting social media and other new media channels and it is utterly disgusting the kind of comments people post a lot of times forming Anonymous or using fictitious names and they feel fulfilled typing such and posting it.

Take a look at half of the comments on say a Bellanaija or a “celeb’s” IG. You see people dissipating so much energy just because person B has a different view.  A year or 2 ago, such people were labeled haters and we all moved on. Now you see comments upon comments and replies upon replies (insults and name calling) just to “correct the person” or ensure the person “aligns” with your view. Like I have no right to my opinions anymore.

Truly some comments can be read and interpreted as “bad belle” comments but I really don’t see who made the other person the judge hence you have to correct to the extent you begin to insult. If you think you must correct an impression or opinion, there are more civilized ways of doing it that won’t degenerate into insults and name calling.

I think the earlier we realize that everybody has a right to their opinions the better.

  1. If someone has a different opinion it necessarily doesn’t mean they are hating.
  2. If you think the person’s opinion is wrong, you don’t need to resort to “bullying”. You can correct people without bullying or insulting them
  3. It is not every opinion/ view/ comment you have you must post. So I see a bride on her wedding day and I think the MUA didn’t do a good job, there is no law that says I must post a comment that the MUA did a horrible job or the bride looked ugly. Keep such comments to yourself
  4. Learn to respect other people’s feelings and look at things from different angles. Thou shall not be stuck up and think you are always right

There are days I wish we are in a Turkey or China where usage of new media is controlled.

Happy Sunday

5 Shades of Randoms

  1. So I am this close to having a friend never talk to me again (well maybe for a while) because…… I will be missing her wedding. And I was warned in advance. After I missed another Uni friend’s wedding two years ago. No bi my fault. I had to pull outta helping her plan and being on a train when it was obvious I won’t be able to get days off twice in a month and me there thinking “ok, I will go to Ib on Saturday morning”. Well as we don enter critical phase of the job am on, I practically had to “apply” to take 3 days off from my vacation for my sisi’s wedding. And I keep hearing “ah Debola, you want to abandon me at the critical moment”; “can we renegotiate your days off?” “Debola, I am drowning in work o” and am just giving my boss my bitch resting face. Wowzers!!!!! Anyways I am wondering when is the right time to tell her I won’t be coming. So I can get the silent treatment as soon as possible. Shoulda tell her in advance I won’t be making the wedding i.e. tell her today/ tomorrow or buzz her on Saturday morning to tell her (bad idea right)? Or just wait till after the wedding say in like 2 weeks to apologize?
  2. It is a few days to my sisi’s wedding #gunsblazing #readytoparty. And for the first time, I plan a wedding all the way. No more planning bits and pieces of a wedding i.e. draw budget, get some vendors, sort out bridal train ish. Feels good but mehn I am running on reserve now – planning a wedding with my 8 – 5 or is it 8 – 9 these days e no easy. And I have had 2 people tell me in the last few weeks to quit my job and just face planning parties. What do ya think?
  3. Hmmm, this my current engagement ehn…. Anyways, thanks to the job I can tick Rivers State (Port-Harcourt precisely) off the list of states to visit in Nigeria. Had a lovely stay. Didn’t go out – thanks to the many “ma jade o” – don’t go out o, so they don’t kidnap you. Like they will see all the Oil & Gas workers and Bankers and the Jidenna complexion type of people and it is now me they will kidnap. Tah!!!. It was fun sha. Trying to sneak myself into a job to start in PH soon. Tayad of this Lagos life me thinks. The “hotel” I stayed def had some place they raise snail. Gosh!!! Give me plantain and snail sauce and they bring 6 pieces of plantain and 6 big pieces of snail. I am just staring at the snails like kilode??
  4. My hair journey. Excited much at the progress I have made so far. I have actually done more braids in the last 7 months than fixing and it is just like magic. Like my hair doesn’t break. Anddddd wait for it…. I dyed my whole head and my hair aint falling off.
  5. Any more gists? Ok bestie 1 of 2 got engaged during the time I have been off. So my first trip to the East is so so not far anymore. And my george wearing days are about to begin. Hehehe

Yeah tis that #wedding phase of one’s life when you have to attend weddings left, right and centre. I shall enjoy it!!!!

Haha, I see November.

Enjoy your night peoples!!!!